What is it with Mondays? Do you ever have one of those days where everything you do seems hard??? That would describe my day perfectly. John's too. We're both just kinda scratching our heads and wondering where some of this stuff is coming from? And praying. And pushing through it.
Abbey woke up with a fever this morning and was complaining about her ear. I took her to the doctor and she has an infection in both of her ears. She hasn't had an ear infection in three years...and today she has two. Getting to the doctor this morning was interesting. I had plenty of time to make our 10AM appointment, but so many things kept delaying us and we arrived by the skin of our teeth at 9:59:59!! The pharmacy was a fun adventure too. They didn't have the medicine prescribed for her. I didn't have my cell phone with me (the one time I really needed it) to call the doctor and see if they'd prescribe a different medicine, and of course, the pharmacist wouldn't call them for me. Here is the good part of my day...I ran into a friend at the pharmacy counter who let me borrow her cell to make the call to our doctor, saving me two trips across town. That in itself was a small miracle because it's a well-known fact that you can't get a phone signal inside that store. I'll spare you the rest of the details of our day. Things can only get better from this point on!
Maybe things seem so hard when you're coming off of a good weekend. Ours was nice and relaxing. One of those that you hate to see come to an end.
On Saturday, John was digging around in his drawers (his dresser drawers) and he came across the resignation letter he read the day he resigned as pastor of Second BC in Arkadelphia. He read it, then gave it to me to read. It was interesting to say the least. Interesting because it was somewhat prophetic. A couple examples. He wrote that moving to Colorado was something that he felt he MUST do. He acknowledged that it felt risky and he didn't know what the future held, but that he felt compelled to go. Defintely interesting. Definitely true. And maybe very good that we didn't know what the road ahead would look like. Another thing he said was that we weren't running from anything, but rather towards Someone. The path we've been on since moving here has pushed us closer to Jesus than I could ever have imagined. And though it's been hard at times, it's all been for good. At one point in his letter, he was mentions heaven and he said something about how Gary Turner referred to it as the land of "no mores". I could't keep the tears from falling as I read that and was thinking that Gary Turner (a pastor friend from Arkadelphia) is indeed in that place of no more cancer, no more pain, no more suffering, and no more tears. He's home.